Chapter 419 Yuanqing Sacred Realm

Upon hearing this, Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

She had thought Yan Chu would say a hundred years.

If it were just a few decades, that would be fine. If he returned after a hundred years, she could still wait, given her cultivation level.

But she feared some might not be able to wait...

For instance, Princess Yunshu and Luo Jin in the next room.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Feng lightly spat, a blush spreading across her delicate, stunning face.

Who would have thought that she, the former empress dowager, along with the former princess and her former maid, would all submit to the same man? And not just once in the same room.

But if that man was Yan Chu, it made sense.

His debauchery was known throughout the world.

Even the recent struggle among several highly gifted young monks in the Buddhist sect for the sole position of Buddha's Son was related to him.

She had even seen those abbesses in person...

Probably Yan Chu had visited them often afterward...

Because two of them, Wangyou and Abbess Miaoyun, had each borne more than one child. No one knew how they managed it so secretly; not a single rumor had leaked out in the Jianghu...

And that lecher Yan Chu, for over twenty years, had been philandering all over the Jianghu, defiling every beauty on the beauties ranking list.

Yet the rumors in the Jianghu had everyone believing he had ascended over twenty years ago.

Those loose women kept their mouths shut...

They must have gained plenty from Yan Chu, and over the years, they certainly had one child after another...

Just like those fake nuns in the Buddhist sect...

Outwardly, they tended lamps and ancient Buddhas, seeing through the Mortal World, but inside the nunnery, it had almost become a regular venue. Perhaps not a single pure woman remained inside...

"What are you thinking about?"

Snapping back to reality, Yuwen Feng realized Yan Chu had already sat down beside the embroidered couch.

It was the same as that night twenty years ago.

She was in this room, on this embroidered couch, when she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night to find Yan Chu sitting by the bed, quietly watching her.

At that time, the bright moon hung high outside, and the night breeze entered through the window, lifting her hair, which scattered messily over her cheeks and shoulders.

Yan Chu gently smoothed the hair from her forehead, then bent down and kissed her soft, fragrant lips.

After that, Yan Chu would appear on Ziyun Mountain from time to time.

Later, Yuwen Tao was born.

The corners of Yuwen Feng's mouth lifted slightly, her smile warm and soft. The once majestic imperial dowager now had eyes like water, a smile neither gaudy nor intense, every move exuding a quiet elegance.

Her charm was undiminished, but with a different kind of beauty.

The child Yuwen Tao was completely different from Yan Chu.

He detested Yan Chu's promiscuity, had no fondness for his countless siblings across the land, and was unwilling to inherit the surname Yan, preferring to keep Yuwen as his surname.

Moreover, he had sworn that his achievements in this life would surpass those of his father, Yan Chu.

Regarding this, Yuwen Feng and the Yuwen Clan naturally gave their full support.

As the Bloodline of Yan Chu and Yuwen Feng, Yuwen Tao displayed extraordinary talent in cultivation. Now just twenty years old, he had already reached the Great Grandmaster level.

And he faced almost no Bottlenecks in cultivation.

It seemed he would soon Breakthrough to Supreme Grandmaster.

For this reason, several elders of the Yuwen Clan who knew the inside story often urged Yuwen Feng in private to have more children, all to bear the Yuwen Family name...

Yan Chu reached out, pulled the stunning beauty on the bed into his arms, and gently caressed her, his fingers sliding over her milk-white skin, feeling his inner fire rising again.

Yuwen Feng shot Yan Chu a displeased glare and shifted her delicate body aside.

Her body was still limp and weak, unable to muster any strength; she couldn't withstand another wave of Yan Chu's assault.

"I was thinking, it's good that you're leaving. Otherwise, in another ten or twenty years, wouldn't the whole world be filled with your descendants?"

"Is that so? Then let me give you a few more descendants first!"

Yan Chu smirked mischievously and began to roam his hands, eliciting a series of soft cries from Yuwen Feng:

"Ah! I really can't anymore! Let me rest for a few days first!"

"Don't worry! I'll help you."

Yan Chu chuckled and transferred a stream of Innate Fetal Respiration into her, instantly restoring Yuwen Feng to her peak condition.

"Ah? Again?"

"You're bullying me again..."

The once lofty, majestic, and graceful empress dowager, now with none of her former inscrutability, could only helplessly entwine with him under Yan Chu's demands...

Before long, melodious sounds drifted out the window, echoing through the maple forest.

In the next room, Princess Yunshu and Luo Jin were awakened by the noise.

The moment they woke, an invisible force pulled them into the room. The ornately decorated, quaintly elegant room began to seal off, preventing outsiders from probing what was happening inside...

...

Several months later, far above the Southern Sea.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy scent, blew in. Yan Chu, riding a white Lotus Pedestal, streaked across the distant sky and lightly landed on the sea surface.

"The True Buddha is here!!"

On a nearby island, Likong of the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave beamed with joy, transforming into a golden rainbow that rose from the island and landed before Yan Chu.

Behind him was a white-haired old Daoist with a kind face and cheeks as ruddy as a baby's.

It was Daoist Taiwei of the Dragon Tiger Gate.

Yan Chu scanned the area for thousands of miles, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had invited three people. Besides the two before him, there was also Meng Shu of the Great Black Heavenly Demon Cult.

Now it seemed the other party had declined his offer.

It was understandable.

Meng Shu's previous life was from the Heavenly Demon Realm, different from the Upper Realm Yan Chu was about to go to. The other party might not be willing to go.

Currently, the Great Black Heavenly Demon Cult was still searching the world for precious array Materials. It seemed Meng Shu still harbored the intention of setting up a teleportation array to return to the Heavenly Demon Realm.

That being the case, Yan Chu would not force it.

After all, now that he had broken all the blessed lands in the world, the earth veins were returning to their original positions. The heavens and earth were becoming more vast and unfathomable, and the will of heaven and earth was growing stronger.

Although it might take thousands of years of evolution to return to its former completeness, it was enough for now.

Given the other party's cultivation, if they dared to cause trouble, they probably couldn't withstand the Heavenly Tribulation's strike.

Even his own Heart-Protecting Mirror was no longer as reliable as it had been twenty years ago.

After over twenty years of searching the world, Yan Chu had finally found several spatial rifts that could lead to the Upper Realm.

Through observation with the Wisdom Dharma Eye, this one on the Southern Sea was the safest.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, is this the spatial rift that leads to the Upper Realm?"

Daoist Taiwei pointed his horsetail whisk at the waves below.

Where the waves surged, there was a crack slightly different in color from the surrounding seawater, only a few zhang in size, enough for a few people to pass through.

This rift lay among the waves, in a remote, uninhabited deep-sea area.

If not specifically sought out, it would never be found.